

Happiness is a Dead UlyssesLived the life of top hats Haberdasher and mixed drinks I wear my pants the right wayHappiness is a Dead Ulysses
Made of soot, panache Dredge my soul
From the crevices of a diner stool
Too cold to feel Too many wings pierce
The iron steel of my spine I want to visualize I am not real Neither are you Nor is your Ancestry
Topple the tree Overthrow your enlightened grandfather You’ve lost the magic touch
Nothing can be done now We despise you
a grand plan

of birds and raindocument 1.of birds and rain
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes. so does june 22nd. in the time between and after, I am left only with my birds and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th. I can no longer hear the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters over the echoes of crows and car horns, though the mud that devours my shoelaces each morning tells me the storm still hits while I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeo
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the weathy be inflammed.
histamine! macrophages!
north east got poked with a damned pin again.
but we got some clouds, so it okay.
how go the life of the baltimorose?
when you were playing it in french class there was an OBSCENITY.
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ik zie het vuur van hoop en twijfel in je ogen.
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blame the damned technology which has been holdin' me pictures hostage for many a month now.
i try to bribe it with new batteries, but it rejects them as a vegan rejects dairy products.
oh and a by the by, did you see your arty work in the brochurro for the MICA?
it = awsome.
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A picture says a thousand words~
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